Let go of claims to "All is fine,"
Just to please the other.
Too tangled the once green-grow vine:
Life seems unworthy of its bother.
Courage to eyeball the knottiness,
To deal with a death-brown,
To face the cancer lifelessness:
Life expects a visionary clown.
Ever a paradox in self-deification
(If the human is enough awakened),
Such sad-serious soul determination:
Life laughs in the myth of a "forsakened."
Shed foliage toasting the underground,
The balding shines in reality's shift.
What of shame becomes sane and sound:
Life glows truth-gold to ponder and sift.
Whether the other in shadow or light,
Signing approval or my condemnation,
"The Human Dance," each with ticket right:
Life loathes to seal us in isolation.